Jackson Hole :: Personal Narrative Writing

Jackson HoleIt was exit to be the time of our lives. Four buddies of mine and I went out to Jackson, Wyoming to do approximately of the best snowboarding of our lives. It was our chance to get away from home for a week and have the best time of our lives. The trip out there was extremely wearisome driving through Iowa, Nebraska, and Wyoming. Possibly the three most boring states in the country. When we got out there we were all very impressed by the appearance of the city. This was manifestly a tourist town. When we found the hotel we were impressed by the huge glass windows and cedar siding. It looked more care the Hilton than a Best Western. We checked in and were shown to our rooms. afterward bringing in all of our things, we went straight to bed knowing that we had a huge day ahead of us, not knowing how huge it was really going to be.After a enceinte night of sleep we headed out to the world renown mountain of Jackson Hole. It is known for being the steepest mountain on w hich a ski resort is set up. It is also know for having a great view of Grand Teton, one of the highest peaks in the Rocky Mountains. We could not have asked for a better day of riding. there was a fresh 14 of snow under our boards and after a little bit of exploring we found some great out of bounds and woods riding. We looked around for a little while longer and Tom spotted a nice hit. It was an untouched field, with three 10-15 drops which make for great hits. After hiking about a quarter of a mile we made it there. A quarter of a mile does not sound like that much of a walk but it is not as easy as it sounds when you are walking in snow past your knees deep, simply it took nigh an hour and a half. We strapped in and took off, making huge carves in all the fresh powder that had probably not been ridden in at least a week. The first hit was coming and Tom shouted hit it man, As Dan and I approached the hit we got some big air. The only problem with riding such fresh snow is that when you land in that amount of fresh powder you sink like a rock.